"You want to be a white slut for black cock?" he questioned, as I joined him on the bed.I nodded, "Yes, I want to be a slut for black cock." "Straddle...me," he ordered, "I love to watch a nigger virgin realize what she really is."Again his words were racist and inappropriate and yet it turned me on even more. I wanted to have him take my 'nigger' virginity, although there was no way I could say such a word.I straddled his body, grabbed his pulsing missile and slowly lowered myself on it.As it. And the amazing peaks of those cloth-covered nipples.Kendall still didn't notice.And on a warm Saturday in late April I saw her bare legs for the first time. Not in a skirt ... she was wearing a pair of khaki shorts, rather short, but not scandalous, and a loose white cotton camp shirt. The top three buttons were unbuttoned. There was a generous lot of skin visible, but not a lot of cleavage. Karen didn't have a lot of cleavage. The outfit was really fairly modest, except for the staggering. I did recall saying things to make him hurry up and come. I told myself I did all that just to make him come quicker, that it wasn’t true, that I would never say those things. I looked at Ballard and his eyes were glued to the screen, and his cock was stiff and hard. I looked back, expecting the tape to end until I saw the restroom behind my desk. I watched myself as I fought with my own desires. I saw Ballard usher in the first men, then I watched as the restroom filled up while I hungrily. She moaned gently Preethu and I opened her lips from my hand and kissed her lower lip sssshshsh ahahahah and we both locked our lips together and licked her lips and sucked and our tongues were licking and tasting saliva meanwhile she had small refrigerator in her roomI opened and took ice cube and moved on her face and drop of water moved on her lips and kissed it and slowly moved ice cube on her neck she was in heaven and moaning Preethu ahahahaha offfff uffff and breathing heavily and I.